(Ensemble)
Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was
cruel,
(Male)
When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.
(Jackson)
"Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it,
telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his
dwelling?"
(Male)
"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the
mountain;
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes'
fountain."
(Jackson)
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs
hither:
Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither.
"
(Ensemble)
Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;
Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.
(Male)
"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows
stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer."
(Jackson)
"Mark my footsteps, good my page. Tread thou in them
boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less
coldly."
(Ensemble)
In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod where the saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank
possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find
blessing.
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